After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

Chen Yan and Zhang Mingxuan, who were standing by, also came over, each covering their wounds.

In fact, Zhong Ning arrived too late, because the few people did bring guards with them, but more than dozens of guards were all dead.

The reason why Zhong Ning and the Imperial Guards were able to resolve the battlefield so quickly was mainly because the previous guards fought with these people, which consumed the energy of the men in black.

So when they arrived, they were fighting with half of their strength, and they had the advantage in numbers, so they were able to rescue the people in time.

But a quick glance at the injuries of these people showed that Fang Ping and Murong Yun were the least injured. Perhaps both of them were too weak, so everyone was protecting them.

The injury Murong Yunzhong suffered was just a cut and could be ignored.

Fang Ping had been running the whole time, and since he wasn't the main target, he only sustained scratches, which could be ignored.

Next was Chen Yan. He was also hit by a sword in the arm. The wound looked quite big, but it was obviously intentional.

From the very beginning, Zhong Ning knew that this group of men in black were arranged by the Fujun Mansion.

Perhaps they had two plans, one targeting her and the other targeting the second prince.

Of course, these are all guesses, but Zhong Ning believes in his guesses.

If Chen Yan had not been injured today, he would not be able to explain himself when His Majesty blamed him. This was both to cover up the truth and to clear the name of the Fujun Mansion.

After all, they were attacked at the same time, so the murderer behind the scene could not be any one of them.

Zhang Mingxuan was the best at martial arts and was not seriously injured.

Gu Mingzhe had the best literary talent but average martial arts skills. Although he managed to protect himself, he was the most seriously injured.

There may be some personal selfish motives involved, after all, Gu Mingzhe is the number one young master in the capital.

Or maybe he had been standing in front of Murong Yun, becoming a target attracting fire.

But no matter what, he is indeed the most wronged one today.

Zhong Ning looked at Lord Xiao Fang, who was lying in his arms and crying breathlessly, and sighed helplessly.

Although she treated him as her brother, he was not her biological child after all. What if it got out that she was holding her like this?

Sure enough, the sound of galloping horses came from not far away. It was the imperial guards coming to rescue. When they arrived here and saw this scene that only happens once in a thousand years, they couldn't help but twitch their lips slightly.

Zhong Ning patted Fang Ping's shoulder and pulled him out of her arms. "Alright, we're men of integrity. Stop crying like that. Everything's fine now. Can you get up?"

"Really?" Fang Ping sobbed, wiping his tears.

"Really, you did a great job today!"

"Thank you, thank you..."

Finally calming down, Fang Ping wiped his tears with his sleeve and stood up. A rare blush appeared on his face as he faced the crowd staring at him. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a man cry?"

Everyone present:......

I've seen it, but never one that made me cry so hard.

"Hanlin Fang..." Murong Yun's expression was a little complicated, and his eyes seemed to say, this prince is several years younger than you, and he was stabbed by a sword, but he didn't even cry.

But the next second, when he saw Zhong Ning standing next to him, his nose felt sore and he couldn't help but rush in.

Sister Ning, wuwuwu... It was so scary just now, he almost died.

Everyone present:......

Zhong Ning patted Murong Yun's shoulder, then said to the imperial guards, "Search them and see if there's any evidence. Then take all their bodies back!"

"Yes!" Several imperial guards immediately turned the black-clothed man over and over again, confirming that he was indeed dead. Then they worked in groups of two to lift up the body.

As for Gu Mingzhe, who fainted on the ground, he was also carried by the imperial guards to the camp quickly. Zhong Ning put his arm around Murong Yun's shoulders and helped him onto the horse. When passing by Chen Yan, he looked at him deeply.

This glance made Chen Yan feel creepy, as if everything he had done was exposed in front of her.

But this is absolutely impossible!

Chen Yan shook his head and thought to himself that their Fujun Mansion did arrange some assassins, but they should appear in a hidden place on the edge of the deep mountains and wait until Princess Zhaohua was lured there before taking action.

But he was a little confused by the group of men in black who appeared here. He was not sure whether these people were sent by his side.

Could it be that my father changed his mind at the last minute?

Changed the pre-planned assassination of Princess Zhaohua into an assassination of the Second Prince?

But if that was the case, why didn’t his father communicate with him in advance?

He is still protecting the Second Prince!

Unless, this group of men in black were not arranged by their Fujun Mansion at all.

Thinking of this, Chen Yan felt a chill in his heart. Seeing Princess Zhaohua arrive so timely, it was obvious that Meng'er had made a mistake.

Princess Zhaohua was not led into the depths of the dense forest, nor did she meet the men in black whom they had arranged in advance. Chen Yan's gaze lingered on the hem of Zhong Ning's clothes and the saddle for a moment, then paused, speechless.

Even the incense that was set in advance to attract wild beasts was seen through by Princess Zhaohua in advance.

Oh my God, why is this woman so smart?

Did all their plans fail?

Zhong Ning felt a faint resentful gaze coming from behind, and couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips. She originally wanted to keep you in the Fujun Mansion and see what you would do with the Soul-Exchange Jade, but now, she is almost out of patience.

The most disgusting thing in the world is to watch your enemies jumping around in front of you as if nothing happened.

This time, between her and the Fujun Mansion, it's either he dies or I live.

Soon, the group arrived at the camp.

Zhong Ning personally escorted Murong Yun to the tent and asked the imperial physician to treat him.

The two imperial doctors took the prince's pulse and examined his injuries respectively, and finally came to a conclusion that it was fortunate that his highness had taken the medicine in time, and the wound was slowly healing. He only needed to take two more tablets internally to recover.

The others only had minor injuries, except for Gu Mingzhe, who was seriously injured.

After the imperial physician bandaged the patient carefully and gave him some medicine, the patient was still in a coma. The imperial physician had just arranged everything and instructed that the patient must have a good rest when he heard the prime minister's wife, Mrs. Du, rushing over in a hurry.

He threw himself on Gu Mingzhe and started crying!

Imperial Physician:........

The imperial physician had no choice but to stop him: "Madam, you are pressing on the young master's wound!"

"Ah?" Madam Du looked down at her son, tears streaming down her face again. "Imperial Physician, how is my son? Why isn't he responding? Please save him, please save him!"

"Madam, Master Gu has already been given medicine. What he needs now is rest..." The imperial physician was somewhat helpless.

"But he lost so much blood..." Mrs. Du cried, pinching her handkerchief.

"Fortunately, Princess Zhaohua applied medicine to him in time. Although he is unconscious, his life is not in danger. Madam, you can rest assured!"

"Princess Zhaohua?" Mrs. Du murmured with red eyes, "Luckily, she's here, otherwise my son would have lost his life... Woohoo, those damned people..."